rainy days

The rain began last night a few minutes after we arrived home from teaching. Soon the intersection was flooded to the curbs and motorbikes rode slower, making wakes. One stalled with a submerged tailpipe.
We learned of a few leaky spots in our house, like the opening behind the sink that makes rain pool on the counter and run into the silverware drawer. Up on the fourth floor it was like standing in the shower as the rain pummelled the roof tiles and found all the ways through.
Going to sleep I heard a few prolongued, muted stirrings of thunder, echoing through the city and the tall western mountains.

It's 11 am now, and looking out the glass doors of Fisher's Superkids, the rain has just stopped and the riders have lost their ponchos. The humidity is building again.

Teaching is exciting and exhausting, and I try not to dwell on the thought of taking on two more classes soon (that will give me about sixty students altogether).
This Thursday is the four week mark! More to come later...